Chapter 614: Love Hotel [Beatrice]
The country called Celesta has a diverse race and is always vibrant everywhereâŠâŠ sounds good when it comes to it, but there are some aspects of chronic insecurity and few towns are dominated by unique rules by indigenous violent organisations.
In the meantime, the emerging Basson can be considered a peaceful town with no special knowledge to walk in, as there are still no such customary rulers and security is underpinned by the terror legend of the Crossbow squad.
Bringing in lodging in such a town canât be that noticeable. I never realized there was such a miserable facility in a place like this either.
More or less, a lodging house is a joint establishment in a tavern. Letâs have a fight over the booze momentum with our little out-of-the-box sisterâŠâŠ what a situation gets handled there. I didnât even know this Basson was saying anything else about an inn like the one I have on purpose to do something horny.
but there is only one thing because there is.
âTwenty sheets in gold coins. From now until sundown. If you want to take another half day from there, itâs another twenty.â
âUntil sundown⊠in about three hours.â
âIf youâre unhappy, come after sundown. At best, you feel cheap, but you get what you need.â
Itâs an ill-loving old woman at reception. Even though I donât seem to be thriving, I worry extra that Iâll be okay with this attitudeâŠâŠ but I donât actually have a stupid option to suppress feelings and kill time to have sex slowly.
Well, youâll have a good time in three hours. If you want to have some gutsy fun, thatâs the best way to turn it back to the battalion. Thatâs not true, I came into this place because I wanted to take Beatriceâs offer right now.
When she drops the coin to receive the money at some cost, the old woman shows it in the back with her chin.
âUse your empty room. We are soundproof, so even if we enjoy it as much as we like, the neighborhood wonât tell us. But be careful not to be seen in the face because you canât be bothered just by being different from other customers. Besides, I wouldnât recommend not locking it inside.â
Soundproofing⊠soundproofing doesnât look like much of a building. And the spare room⊠thatâs messy management.
Though I got somewhat anxious there, well, as far as Iâm concerned, if I can get laid without being disturbed, thatâs fine, so I donât have to worry about too much detail. I donât even have a neighborhood to find out.
I hold Beatrice, who is leaning down because I donât understand the words, and enter the proper room of the inn.
There were some closed rooms along the way, so it seemed like the guy who would use them in an inn like this would be there.
⊠And I wonder if the room would be your word if it had one onboro bed and an old candle standing⊠I donât know.
It was cleaner than I thought.
A bed of shark sharks and a well polished lamp to the extent that your body wonât hurt even if itâs intense. Wallpapers are also a little less hobby pink, but they donât feel unclean. There was also a water drain and a ceramic cup on the mini table with plenty of water.
Rather, to the extent that the inn room in the tavern seems poor, it is well maintained.
â⊠I thought it was a bit expensive, but not badâ
Soundproofing doesnât seem to be a lie either, and when you close the inner key in the room, you donât hear anything outside. Itâs possible that all the other guests are just sleeping hard, but itâs not where I should get nervous about it.
But I hope so. Shall I tell Boyd?⊠Oh, but I might not be able to get in if itâs an aug. Itâs narrow for that giant to get in.
âSo⊠what do I do, huh?
Beatrice undressed and scattered as I looked around the room alone.
The way I took it off was not colour or anything. It feels like before the child takes a bath.
âOh, come on, Beatrice. ⊠even if itâs only a mouthful, thatâs a wake-up call.â
âOh, whyâŠ? Um, sex⊠you do, donât you?
I sigh lightly and for now I collect my clothes and put them on the edge of my bed.
And attract Beatrice standing naked, let her sit in bed, and gently decopin to the point of no pain.
âYou know. Take off your clothes. Youâre a good part of it, arenât you? You have to remember how to take it off without upsetting the man.â
â⊠yeah⊠but sex is after you put your penis in itâŠ?
âThereâs an attitude that doesnât distract them in order to focus on it⊠well, come on, Iâll tell you.â
I canât help preaching before sex. And then, as I worried about what to explain to Beatrice, who looked sooo pungent and strange, I felt like I was a great old man.
Iâm always old enough to say the details and cut my motivation. Well, weâll just have to explain it carefully after one shot.
âAs promised, Iâll cock and adore Beatriceâs wombâ
Whispering in a low heart voice, I feel Beatriceâs gaze concentrate in my groin as I unbelt with one hand holding Beatrice in my arms.
Itâs a small impression from the encounter, but surprisingly undesirable and cooperative in sex.
But it also feels a little different from how it feels to be enjoying sex in the brain weather like a cat beast man, and it feels fresh to have a novelty that surprises me to touch something unknown somewhere.
âYouâre such a dick lover?
âUh⊠uh⊠I donât know if I like it⊠butâ
âYouâre gonna eat it for it.â
â⊠so, because it feels⊠good andâŠâ
Beatrice mumbles and narrows herself down while following the bumps.
â⊠Iâve never been able to hold someone like this before⊠and if Iâm naked of something and Iâm that happy⊠thatâs it, and Iâm happy⊠exposing everything to someone like this⊠nobody tells me this is what makes me feel this wayâ
â⊠I have to tell youâŠ? Thatâs enough, if you let me in.â
âIf you donât explain, Iâll take care of your dick.â
I verbally blame Netineti as I twist myself with Gossogoso, take off my pants, take off my shirt and stroke Beatriceâs nudity.
⊠Ah, Netineti should have just repelled of smelling like an old man, but at some point heâs nettin âagain.
But no. But I want these kids to say it. I want to express my initial impulses with my mouth.
â⊠to you⊠if you think I can get my dad to screw my dick, thatâs all I can think about, under my navel, giggle, quail⊠that feeling spreads all the way to my chest, sounds all the time⊠thatâs all I can think about anymoreâ
âNo quail, no quail, no quail, no quail.â
â⊠itâs so sweet and sour, it feels good and⊠it just makes me confused to think, weird feeling⊠ehâ
âThatâs what you asked me to taste more?
â⊠well⊠you know what I mean?
âIâm not a girl. But, well.â
Flank, shoulder, belly, thigh, neck.
She strokes and groans all over her place as she leans nude defenselessly, not on her genitals or nipples.
And, most importantly, push her middle finger against her groin.
âI want to taste Beatriceâs sketchy manko, too.â
âHuh⊠Yikes, I canât fuck you if I donât put it that wayâŠ!?
âYouâre a sketchy manko, arenât you?
âYouâre a sketchy manko, arenât you?
âMy dick. Canât wait to get my dick all the time. Youâre a skeeveman, arenât you?
â⊠How many times have I told you⊠Yu, fingers, donât move me to such a rampageâŠâ
âUntil Beatrice properly admits itâ
â⊠sketchymanko⊠okay, hurry up⊠dadâ
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Beatrice whispers like a rotten whisper as she digs back into her vaginal mouth at me.
Is it computational or natural to wear âDadâ at the end? Either way, itâs true you inspired me to kick up my instincts.
I lay in bed pushing Beatrice, hugging one of those legs and shoving my penis into that vaginal mouth⊠thoughtfully, pushing it in.
Were you elevating Beatrice, or myself?
A sticky, shivering anticipation, Chinko inexorably licks Beatriceâs vaginal hide, thrusting it close to her womb and once inhibited by its tightening. With each tightened vagina, Beatriceâs hips move.
But if I gain momentum and shake my hips twice and three times, Beatrice canât keep it tight or forever, and soon the penis will be punched in the mouth of the womb.
âUh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.â
Even though it wasnât many months ago that I was hostile in that royal palace, I find it very strange that I now prefer my penis so much that I follow myself to the take-in inn and this is how I make my children until I almost say it.
The girl soaked up to the core of her body in the pleasure of the female embraces and enjoys my emotions in a shallow and nasty expression everywhere.
I also forget clutter as I wave my hips, just concentrating on devouring mating with the young woman in front of me.
âBeatrice, do you want it⊠child, I want it in a butchâŠ!
âHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, hoâŠâ
I whisper to her in the mood of an evil wizard who teaches bad spells in a gaga, not much of a lullaby of pleasure.
âGet me pregnant, Dad, sayâŠ!
âHa-ha-ha⊠Daddy, ha-ha-ha⊠Akahi-chan, ha-ha-ha!
To Beatrice, who screams with eyes that have lost focus on pleasure, I am satisfied to cover myself and decide to go inside as I lay my kiss on top.
Beatrice accepts it sweetly, accepting the semen while it is at its peak entangled in my tongue invasion with a trembling tongue.
An explosive amount of semen fills her tiny vagina, making a noise and blowing out of the gap.
Wait until you calm down, then pull your dick out, wipe Beatrice with the wet hand plush that was prepared for each tarai, and teach her how to undress and invite her gently.
âYou can take your clothes off, you take care of the atmosphere. If youâre going to have an orgy, you donât have to know, and if youâre going to love each other one-on-one, watch their reactions one at a time. Because I want to have sex as soon as possible, I need to think about putting some clothes on properly later instead of throwing them out there. And Iâm the one who wants to take my underwear off with my hands.â
â⊠thatâs fine. We want to fuck each other, so why donât we just go in and pamper each other?â
âIâm not too happy as a man to say that either!
âYouâre in a lot of trouble. You tooâŠâ
Yeah, Beatriceâs handling this one blatantly.
âAnd then, yeah, I made you say that, but you can see Mr. Hilda properly later. Youâd be in trouble if you were pregnant.â
âSex is, like, child making⊠right?
I donât know what Beatrice is really talking about. I rubbed my temples with what I explained from.
âWell⊠in Karlwin, you might not have chosen someone, but you usually choose the person you want to have children with, woman.â
Because of Carlwinâs special circumstances, Beatrice, a brave man in the first place, had neither the opportunity nor the need to have sex. If you have time to get pregnant, you better fight the demons.
And the Karwin people, who are not brave, are gathered by certain conditions to bear the son of an unspecified opponent. Sex is really just a productive act to do to make a child, as there is no system called marriage, and raising a child is another childcare facility and not a parentâs job.
So there is no process in Beatrice where someone chooses a particular other child to reproduce and give birth to.
I struggle to explain that.
â⊠be, if itâs nothing daddyâs child⊠you can get pregnantâ
âIâve been doing that since I first healed my arm⊠even if they told me not to get pregnant nowâ
â⊠you were close to Brian or something. One way or another, look, if youâre gonna make kids, yeah.â
Beatrice said with a true face.
âI mean, Brian? Oh, Brian and I make kidsâŠâŠ me?
âWhy donât you like itâŠâ
â⊠because heâs so loudâ
Is that how you treat me⊠pitiful that you were so worried.
I want to decide what I didnât ask.